I'm a work in progress.

My whole stream of consciousness. My awareness. That I am me. How did it come about? From my collective experiences, I assume. If the experiences had been significantly different, I'd be another person. With a different awareness, a different stream of consciousness. Imagine. If I had been put up for adoption. Shortly after birth. In another part of the world. I wouldn't be me. Not the me that I know today.  I find that fascinating. Makes me wonder if there's an established soul. Instead, maybe it's a pliable and flexible soul. One constantly being made and remade. I am what I am because of my experiences. I'm growing. I'm learning. I'm changing. Yes, I'm in the process of being created. I'm a work in progress. --Jim Broede